Judge Not...

What does it mean to be non-judgemental?

The brain, left to its own devices, is judgemental. 

We judge good/bad, right/wrong, fair/unfair.  

We have biases and often act on them immediately.

Larimer Square, Denver - Christmas Eve.

For many years, I've practiced delaying opinion.

Careful listening and observation are positive practices.

In the moment, I try to see nuance.

I attempt to get a clear picture of reality with an awareness that lacks bias.

I try to understand others' ideas and behaviors rather than leap to preset judgements.

However, I often fail and fall back on my old ways of thinking/behaving.

It's definitely difficult to suspend judgement.

Bob outside Union Station, Denver

So, as I say goodbye to 2017, I'm determined to renew my efforts.

I'm not perfect, and I hope others won't judge me too harshly.

Likewise, I hope to moderate my rush to judgement.

I'd like my opinions to be formed with a contemplative mind.

In today's ever-changing world, I owe myself the ability to adapt.

Leaping to judgement stymies adaptation.

I don't want to remain mired in old thought processes and behaviors.

Antique sled on our front porch in Breckenridge - old even when I used it as a girl.

In 2018, I hope to 

pause more,

listen carefully,

see clearly,

and

slow my judgmental mind.

I hope for mindfulness and peace that calm the spirit.

I wish the same for you.

My first day of skiing in December 2017 - Peak 9, Breckenridge Ski Area

Happy New Year from Barb!

A fresh start is my One Good Thing today.

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Remembering

After working in her gardens all day, my mother would relax in her sunroom with a “Frisky.”

She combined Fresca (a grapefruit soda) with whiskey poured over ice.

When the children and I visited in the late afternoon,

she made them Friskies, too.

Theirs were just soda and ice.

Lately, I’ve been drinking Friskies in the silvery light of early morning.

I pour mineral water in a glass.

I add a splash of grapefruit juice.

I sit in my big chair by the window and sip.

I smile as I remember my mother.

All these years later, the taste of the Frisky evokes the heat of summer days, the sweet smell of roses, buzzing of bees, bare feet, the innocence of children, and the gift of unhurried conversation.

There is a feeling of contentment.

(We thought we had all the time in the world.)

The children have grown and have children of their own.

My mother died long ago on one of those languid summer days.

I’m older now than she was when she died.

Still, the happiness we all felt in the company of each other remains.

I sit in my chair in a part of the country far away from my mother’s sunroom.

It’s winter. The fireplace flickers and warms the room.

I sip my Frisky and smile.

I give thanks for memories - they are my good things today.

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The photos were taken near my home in Breckenridge and at Dillon Lake.

Waiting for Snow

We're very dry in Summit County, CO.

Ski areas are open with limited terrain.

I haven't skied yet this season.

Temperatures have been warmer than normal.

Lately, stormy skies portend wind, not snow.

This week's forecast is finally calling for colder weather.

Our extended mildness has been nice, but we wait for white!

Until we get snow, I hike and walk.

My daily goal is between 5-8 miles.

Sometimes, I feel good and go longer.

I think at my age (73), it's important to keep moving.

So far, my hips and knees cooperate.

Often, I carry the Olympus with the 17mm pancake.

Both the camera and lens are light and versatile.

The weight doesn't bother my shoulders and neck.

Last evening was the Race of the Santas and the Lighting of Breckenridge.

800 Santas in all sizes, shapes, and colors ran down Main Street.

Our town Santa arrived in a vintage Corvette.

His reindeer and sleigh need to wait for snow.

Lights glowed off the skin of ice on Maggie Pond.

We watched the sun set behind the buildings on Main Street.

We did a little snow dance as we headed home.

I hope you find beauty wherever you are.

The beauty that surrounds me is my one good thing today.

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